I do not own Twilight

All in Alice's POV

Forks, Washington. Population 3,120 people. That's where I'm moving.

I looked out of my father's police cruiser and out to the millions of trees that surrounded us. Everything was too green. It was like an alien planet. The worst part was that the sky was under a constant cover of clouds and it rained almost every day. I can't take that. I'm Alice Brandon, I need the sun.

"You haven't changed much, Alice," My father, Charlie—the Chief of Police—said. He was obviously trying to kill the awkward silence by starting a conversation. I looked down at his police uniform. He wore that three years ago before I stopped visiting him.

"Neither have you," I replied.

He chuckled. "Thanks. Cynthia's been acting crazy since she heard you were coming back."

I laughed. "I can't wait to see her."

"She's been worried about her outfits. She says she wants to impress you," he said, turning on to his driveway.

"Then I've taught her well. Though I'm not really at my best…" I looked down at the sweats I was currently wearing. Not my usual designer outfit.

"You look fine," my dad reassured.

"Thanks, Dad."

He parked the car and said. "Go on inside. I'll get your stuff."

"Thanks, Dad. I love you," I said then kissed him on the cheek.

"You too."

I opened the door and hopped out. I took a second to look at the house. It was a small, two story, white house. (Bella's house in Twilight.) Nothing special. I ran up the stairs, opened the door, peered in and said, "Knock, knock."

"Alice!" a voice yelled. My sister Cynthia came bouncing out of the kitchen and into the living room. She wore a white dress with pink, yellow and blue flowers. Her makeup reminded me of a meadow. Her top lid was a light blue and on the bottom was green shadow and her lips had a soft pink tint to them. Cynthia took after our mom. She had brown, curly hair that fell around her face perfectly and brown eyes. But taking after our mom had its downfalls. Like our mom. Cynthia was shy and took it to the heart when someone criticized her.

Me, on the other hand, took after our father. I had jet black hair, cropped and spiked out everywhere with light blue eyes. I wasn't shy, I was quite the opposite. I was outgoing, bubbly, and very optimistic.

We ran at each other and wrapped each other in a tight hug.

"Alice, I've missed you!" Cynthia screamed.

"I've missed you, too!" I replied.

"What do you think of my outfit?" She asked taking a step back and twirling around.

"It's perfect," I replied with a grin.

"Good because I was thinking about wearing it to school Monday," she said. "And speaking of school, you have to meet all of my friends. I told them that you have almost every Abercrombie and Fitch item made and they're all DYING to meet you!"

"Ok, ok! Slow down!" I replied, giggling. Charlie came in carrying all of my three bags.

"Three? Really, Alice?" he asked.

"Of, course," I replied.

Cynthia helped me unpack everything and about 30 minutes later, we were downstairs and I was listening to her gossip.

"And so then I was like…" her voice faded when we heard a car door shut and talking from outside. We looked at each other with a weird look then we both jumped off the couch and ran outside.

Charlie was leaning on a big rusty truck and was talking to a old man with tanned skin and gray hair and a younger looking boy—about my age—with dark skin and black hair.

Cynthia and I exchanged glances and we both walked over. My eyes were locked on Charlie the whole time. I opened my mouth to say something when…

"Alice?"

I looked over and into the teenaged boy's wide eyes. I looked him over and about died.

"SETH!" I hugged him tightly around the neck as his arms wrapped around my waist. I'd known Seth for years; he's like my BFF of all time.

He laughed in my ear. "I can't believe it!"

We let go and I immediately felt cold. His skin was burning hot. It was comforting, in a weird way. I liked it.

"I've missed you SO much!" I said. I noticed that we were holding hands and I didn't even care.

"Well… what do you think, Alice?" Charlie asked.

I looked away from Seth and to my Dad. "Think of what?"

"Your homecoming present," Charlie said, hitting the side of the truck.

"This?" I asked, surprised.

"I just bought it off Harry here," Charlie said.

"I had a friend rebuild the engine for you,'' Seth said.

I looked at him, knowingly. "Jacob."

"Yeah." Seth chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's perfect!" I said turning back to the truck. Yeah, so it wasn't the most good looking car but I didn't care. I was just happy I now had a car.

"Thank you!" I yelled. I gave Charlie, Harry and Seth a big hug.

"Wait! You can have the car on one condition," Charlie said. I nodded and waited for him to continue. "You have to drive your sister to school."

"Deal," I said quickly.

"Finally! No more riding around in a police cruiser!" Cynthia said.

We all laughed at that.

"Hey, Dad? Can Alice and Cynthia come over for a bit?" Seth asked.

"I don't see why not. I'll just be here watching the game with Charlie," Harry said with a smile.

"Oh, Daddy can we go over?" Cynthia asked.

"Yeah, please Dad? I want to see everybody," I said.

"Come back before midnight," Charlie said, handing me the keys.

Cynthia and I both hugged him and I said, "Wait! I've got to change!"

Seth laughed. "Alice, you look fine. But bring your swimsuits."

"I know but I've got to look better!" I yelled, running back into the house with Cynthia.

I ran to my room and out on my brown, knee length pants and a cream colored shirt with flowers on it over my swimsuit. I ran downstairs, put on my brown flip flops then outside.

"Bye Dad!" I called as I hopped into my truck where Seth and Cynthia were waiting. I turned on the car and drove us to La Push beach.

So? What do you think? Second Chapter will be up tomorrow. Review Please! Pictures of Cynthia and her outfit and Alice's outfit are on my profile!